Soren H. Plume CONTACT:
Blackshade10@gmail.comHOW YOU FOUND US:
Google be the win.OTHER CHARACTERS ON THE SITE
XavierCREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE:
Various table-top games, especially Mage, as well as the recent X-men movie.
BASIC INFORMATIONCANON OR ORIGINAL:
Soren H. PlumeCODENAME:
22DATE OF BIRTH:
5, February, 1989MARITAL STATUS:
HeterosexualBASE OF OPERATIONS:
Driftiní. I have a really nice RV. TIME AT INSTITUTE:
Yeah, no.REGISTERED WITH SHIELD?
Fuck off, government jackass.HOMETOWN:
Boston, MAKNOWN RELATIVES:
Parents, Older brothers, younger sister.PHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT:
Tall and lankyEYES:
Dark brownDISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Pale skin, thin, looks kind of unhealthy to be honest. CLOTHING STYLE:
Cargo pants, t-shirt, maybe a jacket.UNIFORM:
ďThe mind makes it realĒ
Tulpa finds this statement highly offensive. HE makes it real thankyouverymuch, and will happily show you how his illusions can stab you, eat you, and do it to your mindless car.
Tulpa crafts illusionary objects, constructs, items, people, weapons, armor, you name it, he can bring it forth. These illusions arenít just to trick you- they are very, very real, and can do serious damage.
Tulpa isnít what you would call an illusionist. He is an illusion. His body itself is a solid, real, non-existent yet existent illusion. Unlike most illusionists, his tricks donít rely off other peoples perceptions: They rely off his. His power stems from how he perceives things, and how he can change his perceptions, both mundane sight, scent, hearing and beyond to imagination and emotion.
Tulpa can craft any number of weapons, realistic to nearly absurd, forcing them into existence, and wielding them with a mix of extreme skill and unusual luck. Like many of his powers, his subconscious ďmodifiesĒ the illusions to work in such a way that in anyway he wields it, it seems to simply ďworkĒ.
Tulpa can craft armor and other inanimate defensive things, protecting himself, blocking bullets, swords, and punches, whatever. He can, in theory, block anything, but his defenses are limited by what he can perceive himself blocking. Further elaborated in weakness.
Though living would probably not be the best way to phrase it, Tulpa can form animate illusions, from small imps, to giant demons, to shining knights of holiness. He can create guardian angels to protect and giant machines of metal and spikes to destroy.
Crafting true Tulpa:
Tulpa can, in theory, craft his name-sake. He can forge dream beings that have an actual sentience, capable of operating independently from him. He has a semblance of that already- he sometimes wakes up to strange constructs watching vigil over him, creations of his dreaming subconscious.
Tulpaís body itself is almost entirely a construct. It operates as a body operates, and under medical scrutiny, it would appear like any other body- because that is how he perceives his body, that of a normal human. His body slowly began to move from normal human to actual perceived construction when his mutation activated, every change of cells, bleeding wound healing, and new hair all becoming solid illusion. WEAKNESS:
Now, notably, his biggest weakness is self-imposed limitation. Itís easy to SAY that you can imagine a indestructible wall, but to actually get past the mind imagining that that wall can in fact have a crack in it, or be demolished, or melted, or whatever, is much, much harder.
In addition, perception altering abilities can cause, and is likely to cause, his abilities to go completely haywire. Some illusionist might get a nasty surprise(for them and Tulpa) when the illusions they throw at him cause him to recreate them as living monsters.
Tulpa one day might be able to get the control to make his powers extraordinarily powerful, but that day is far off. PERSONALITY
Tulpa hates authority, and he likes fish. Tulpa just wants to live his life how he sees fit and spits on anyone who tells him that he has to listen to them. Heís otherwise a nice guy, even generous, who loves to simply enjoy himself and quite creative, liking to paint and sketch.
He's got a thing for the little guy, and dislikes bullies picking on folk. HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE
By and by, Tulpa has fought very, very hard to not be involved in any X-men, Brotherhood, SHIELD, Sentinel, or any other numerous organizations nonsense. He doesnít want to be involved, he just wants to live his life. Thatís it. Leave him be god damn it. Even he, however, knows that will not lastÖ
Tulpa was born out of Boston, and shared a relatively normal life. It was when he turned 16 and he began to create objects out of nothing that he realized he was ďdifferentĒ. His family, the wealthy Plume family, tried their very best to hide everything that happened- part of them ashamed, part of them scared, but all of them truly caring about their son.
That didnít stop Soren H. Plume from taking one of the families RVís and choosing to go on the road, driving out before his parents could stop him. He spent years on the road, funding himself anyway he could (including some slight conning of folks with fake money).
He learned, he adapted, he changed. His body and powers grew, and even as they did, he watched as the wars and the battles of the mutants exploded around him. And he sat byÖ and watched. He didnít want to be involved; he didnít want to take a side. Why should he? He wasnít a coward. He wasnít.
So he told himself at least. He didnít need to get involved. He just plain didnít.
Then the world ended. DURING APOCALYPSE (April 5th through April 12th, 2009)
When the Apocalypse came, Tulpa fled in every direction. He was terrified. He prayed to God to spare him, he used every power and trick he had to get away from the horrors that the Apocalypse had spawned. He built his RV like a tank, driving it around and flinging horrible illusions at anything that tried to get near.
To say that he cried in relief when it ended would be an understatement. POST-APOCALYPSE
As the Apocalypse ended, Tulpa actually began to help others. Mundanely, he donated his time to help rebuild, fighting against the apathy he had laid over him. He fought it, not knowing where it would lead him.
And years laterÖ he has finally began to look at the sides. And wondered which side he should take.SAMPLE RP POST:
The fancy, one of those real classy types you see either rich folk or grey pilgrims driving, pulls up to the little rest stop on the side of the highway. It turns off, and out from the door comes a rather handsome looking young guy, casually dressed, enjoying the nice summer heat in a fitting t-shirt and cargo pants. Sighing at the humidity, he wanders over to the nearest soda machine, sliding some coins in and grabbing the can of soda that rolls out of the machine. He glances about the stop, looking at all the families passing by.
He takes a seat, people watching, and his mind turning in his head bit by bit. Normal people. He envied them, but he didnít. On one hand, they had it so easyÖ on the other, they were justÖ so normal. He didnít fear his gift, he justÖ Ah, who cares. Reflecting on it was no use. Besides, there was probably a mutant or two among that crowd, he just didnít know it.
He leaned back, the cold can in his hand a pleasant chill against the hot summer air, his eyes almost closed as he looked up into the sky.
ďGodÖ I wonder why I keep thinking about doing something that would make my life complicated. What the hell is wrong with me?Ē